The afternoon sun of early May was hitting the high prismed windows just so, fragmenting shards of colored light across the painted tableau that stretched the length of the corridor wall, floor to ceiling.
What a gorgeous way to start a story. I was fascinated from beginning to end. I loved how you just jumped straight into the drama and let the plot unfold. And the ending was superb.
Actually, the whole thing was superb ;-)
I was confused by one point though. Harry couldn’t tell anyone about Severus but Minerva didn’t mind buying the whisky for Harry since she knew he wasn’t the only one drinking it. Who was she referring to?